C572 It Always Chooses the Softest Part to Prick

He walked quietly into the room. As the door opened, a cold breeze swept in, causing Qingge to shiver slightly. Her arm moved involuntarily, and her head nearly hit the table.

But before she could make contact with the cold surface, a cool hand gently lifted her head. Qingge opened her sleepy eyes to see who it was.

"You're back?" she asked.

Xiao Rongjuan looked down at her